When I worked at my late uncle’s junkyard during junior high school, one of the regular customers (a crusty coot who resembled a cantankerous Roy Rogers sidekick wannabe) assured us that he luxuriated in a steaming bathtub each and every night.
We’ve got a thief in our midst. Every night he wrestles the lid off the metal garbage can and hangs head first, eating his fill, until we turn the carport light on and he saunters off, unapologetic.
A year ago, I said yes to writing this weekly column.
It’s our anniversary.
It was many years ago that I stopped by the post office to gather mail. Among the bills was a small ivory envelope. My name, though misspelled, was presented in printed hand. The postmark was from a midwestern state.
A year before That Day, I was standing on the observation deck of the World Trade Center’s south tower, and it seemed all of Manhattan was at my feet.
Lately, when my friends and I visit, our conversations move quickly from hot-weather talk to what medications we are taking and symptoms we are having. Now that we have found ourselves well past the mid-century mark, it has become pretty clear that health-wise, it’s downhill from here.
Two weeks ago in this space, I asked readers to help find some new faces to lead the presidential tickets in the 2024 election. “We need a fresh start,” I wrote. I expressed concern that a couple of elderly guys, Joe Biden and Donald Trump, are the current front-runners for 2024. I suggested…
‘Everybody’s Talking About Jamie’
Sometimes in the twilight of a fading day, I sit for a spell on the back porch. Occasionally, I read but often times I just watch and listen.
Almost everyone thinks they’re a storyteller and that there’s little to retelling something seen or heard.
Summer — A Southern Interstate — 3 p.m.
In the South Alabama town of Bay Minette, just outside Mobile, lived a great man and an American hero.
It landed in the wrong place at the right time.
I didn’t know the exact date for the “dog days” of summer to set in, but my body has been telling me that they are definitely here. I know it’s an essential part of God’s creation and order, but I just don’t fare well in hot and humid weather.
My husband and I are both storytellers. This is how we make a living and we consider ourselves blessed that people buy our words.
There are two kinds of people in this world. That joke paraphrases humorist Robert Benchley from his essay published in Vanity Fair magazine in 1920.
After the NFL became a bastion of gridiron “wokeness,” I basically stopped paying attention.
While in Santa Claus, Indiana, to cool off at Holiday World, the Tyree family took a side trip to tour the Lincoln Boyhood National Memorial in nearby Lincoln City.
This is the second in a two-part series about an exceptional Southern woman.
The other day I got restless. I had to go fast and feel the wind in my hair.
He responded in lightning speed.
Several years ago, Bishop Reuben Job wrote a small book, “Three Simple Rules: A Wesleyan Way of Living,” that reminded Methodists all over the world of something we had forgotten: the General Rules.
A neat sign that I see regularly in a building window asks, “What Can You Count On?”
The day started out ordinary, but turned out remarkable.
Several years ago, my niece, Nicole, called to ask a favor. This is something she rarely does.
Republican House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy is using every trick he knows to wreck any investigation of the Jan. 6 riot at the U.S. Capitol.
I don’t know how long I’ll be able to take the Tokyo Olympics.
He couldn’t sit still.
America is going to the dogs.
I’ve lived for over 25 years in the same house on a quiet street in town, something a bit unusual for a United Methodist pastor. I’m immensely grateful for this space where my husband and I have raised our kids and begun to grow old together.
“There is no client as scary as an innocent man.” Michael Connelly — The Lincoln Lawyer
I’m only two degrees of separation from the Olympics. It makes the wide world of sports smaller to know someone who knows someone who’s sponsoring and designing track uniforms for a West African team.
The last 10 years of her life, Mama once said, were the happiest of an extremely happy, fulfilling life.
At the recent Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC), a noted anti-vaxxer, Alex Berenson, announced to the crowd that the government has failed to meet its goal of getting 90% of the population vaccinated against COVID-19. The audience erupted into resounding applause.
Redistricting lays the foundation on which American voters cast their ballots.
Sometimes people ask me whether there will be dogs in heaven. What they really want to ask is, “Will my beloved labradoodle be waiting for me at the pearly gates when I finally arrive?”
‘Space Jam: A New Legacy’
There were two or three fellers on the street. I was another feller on the street. Well, none of us were actually on the street; they were standing across the way just talking, and I was on the sidewalk just walking.
Amid all the depressing news of disasters, political fighting and sports figures, interesting stories are being reported about UFOs (unidentified flying objects).
What happens in the news doesn’t always pair well with a morning cup of coffee. I comment on those headlines. I write about politics and hope that means compromise. More often, it means controversy, because politics is a struggle for power.
It’s been 25 years or so since I first stayed at the Peabody Hotel in Memphis. Proclaimed as the South’s Grand Hotel, I have since stayed a couple of dozen times, at least.
Knock knock.
It’s quiet here.
Jazz. I love it because it can be as sophisticated as a whiff of French perfume but also as wild as a sack of spider monkeys.
Cho Boi! Welcome home!
‘Black Widow’
A child was born on July 21, 1899, in Oak Park, Illinois who would later have a significant impact on the world.
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